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Format: Fiction
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 760
Pairing: none
Rating: G
Summary: Kili follows Fili one day, but it doesn't go exactly as he had planned.
You have to go. You have to go and get Amad, or uncle, or Mister Dwalin. I can’t get out on my own, and you can’t reach me.
He ran through the woods, tearing at the brush, tears stinging his eyes and his arm pulled tight to his chest. It was his fault, he knew it, and was sorry, he was so sorry, because Fili was trapped and in pain and it was his fault.
Kili ran like his life depended on it, scattering through fields and brush, driving out birds and surprising the few farmers and shepherds who were out this far. They were too far, and Fili was bleeding so much, and he needed to find someone, someone to help him, before Fili died—
“Steady on there, lad, where are you headed?”
A heavy hand grabbed Kili’s shoulder, and Kili blacked out.
He came to with a cry, voice breaking as he sobbed out in pain. There was noise around him, confusion and raised voices and he whimpered, forgetting his promise this morning to act more adult, to be more like Fili. Then soft hands brushed against his shoulder – his other shoulder – and Mister Oin’s rumbling voice said quietly, “You’ve had a very nasty fall, master Kili, and you mustn’t move your shoulder. You’ve cracked it for certain—”
“Fili,” Kili whispered hoarsely.
Oin paused, and then shook his head. “Your brother hasn’t returned yet from his hunting—”
Kili suddenly pushed up from the table, trying to rise, and everyone seemed to exclaim at once as he fell back down, keening in pain, tears leaking down his face and his chest having with repressed sobs. “Fili, Fili fell, he’s bleeding,” he gasped. “I went – I wanted to – I wanted to be like him, I followed him, out past the river and up the mountain, and we fell but I – I didn’t fall as far, but he’s hurt, and—”
His breaths came too fast, too quickly, and he was getting lightheaded, gasping for air as he tried to choke out his sins, but all around him there was an uproar, and then Oin was murmuring, “Easy, lad, deep breaths, drink this and take some rest…”
The world faded away again.
When next Kili’s eyes opened, moonlight dappled the thick quilt and he started to try and push up – only to greatly regret it, and fall back down on the hard cot he was on.
In the corner, there was a soft stir of movement, and Kili’s eyes snapped over to see his brother’s familiar form.
“Fi – Fili,” he breathed, and he didn’t care how bad the pain was. He gritted his teeth and moved himself up to sitting position, pushed himself to stand on swaying legs, and his vision was greying around the edges but he needed, he needed, to see that Fili was alive, he was alright—
Kili fell mid-step, dragging the quilt down, and he let out a high whine of pain.
Fili’s form moved again, and then familiar blue eyes blinked open blearily. “Kee?” Fili mumbled.
“Fili – Fili I’m so sorry I didn’t mean – I didn’t want—”
Fili’s eyes opened fully at that, and he blinked dazedly at Kili a moment before heaving himself upright. Standing, Kili could see the hard brace that strapped Fili’s leg stiff, and the numerous bruises and contusions on his face and chest. Kili’s heart clenched.
“Shh, Kee, shh,” Fili murmured, and he dragged his bad leg over, half-falling over and wincing until he collapsed on the floor next to Kili. Pulling the thick quilt down completely, he wrapped it around the two of them. “You got help. It’s fine.”
“It’s my fault,” Kili whispered.
“No, brother, it is not your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault. And I was happy to see you, there on the mountain, though I do not know why you hid from me.” Fili’s voice trailed off, and Kili knew he was tired, knew that he was bothering Fili again, but he still buried his beardless face in Fili’s stomach and hiccupped instead of sobbed.
Fili’s hand patted over Kili’s head, rubbed down Kili’s back soothingly. “Shh, Kili,” Fili murmured, and his voice may be slurring, but the conviction, the strength, with which he said his next words stayed with Kili forever more. “I will always want you by my side on any adventure I may take.”
Years and decades later, Kili will grasp the wound in his chest, and crawl to Fili’s side.
“Any adventure, brother,” he gasped out. “Any adventure. You said.”
Format: Poetry
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 82
Line Count:16
Pairing: none
Rating: G
Summary: The tides are unchanging, a constant, the ebb and flow marking the passage of time and distance.
The tides roll endlessly
A rise of noise and a fall of water
A steady pulse
The heartbeat of the ocean.
He is the tides by which my boat moves
Rocks in the water of his moods
And reads the future in the wind
That cuts across the concealing sea.
He is my brother,
My anchor,
My heart.
My guiding star and
My only distraction.
By him I set sail,
Through him I am guided
And with him I will sail forever.
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 760
Pairing: none
Rating: G
Summary: Kili follows Fili one day, but it doesn't go exactly as he had planned.
You have to go. You have to go and get Amad, or uncle, or Mister Dwalin. I can’t get out on my own, and you can’t reach me.
He ran through the woods, tearing at the brush, tears stinging his eyes and his arm pulled tight to his chest. It was his fault, he knew it, and was sorry, he was so sorry, because Fili was trapped and in pain and it was his fault.
Kili ran like his life depended on it, scattering through fields and brush, driving out birds and surprising the few farmers and shepherds who were out this far. They were too far, and Fili was bleeding so much, and he needed to find someone, someone to help him, before Fili died—
“Steady on there, lad, where are you headed?”
A heavy hand grabbed Kili’s shoulder, and Kili blacked out.
He came to with a cry, voice breaking as he sobbed out in pain. There was noise around him, confusion and raised voices and he whimpered, forgetting his promise this morning to act more adult, to be more like Fili. Then soft hands brushed against his shoulder – his other shoulder – and Mister Oin’s rumbling voice said quietly, “You’ve had a very nasty fall, master Kili, and you mustn’t move your shoulder. You’ve cracked it for certain—”
“Fili,” Kili whispered hoarsely.
Oin paused, and then shook his head. “Your brother hasn’t returned yet from his hunting—”
Kili suddenly pushed up from the table, trying to rise, and everyone seemed to exclaim at once as he fell back down, keening in pain, tears leaking down his face and his chest having with repressed sobs. “Fili, Fili fell, he’s bleeding,” he gasped. “I went – I wanted to – I wanted to be like him, I followed him, out past the river and up the mountain, and we fell but I – I didn’t fall as far, but he’s hurt, and—”
His breaths came too fast, too quickly, and he was getting lightheaded, gasping for air as he tried to choke out his sins, but all around him there was an uproar, and then Oin was murmuring, “Easy, lad, deep breaths, drink this and take some rest…”
The world faded away again.
When next Kili’s eyes opened, moonlight dappled the thick quilt and he started to try and push up – only to greatly regret it, and fall back down on the hard cot he was on.
In the corner, there was a soft stir of movement, and Kili’s eyes snapped over to see his brother’s familiar form.
“Fi – Fili,” he breathed, and he didn’t care how bad the pain was. He gritted his teeth and moved himself up to sitting position, pushed himself to stand on swaying legs, and his vision was greying around the edges but he needed, he needed, to see that Fili was alive, he was alright—
Kili fell mid-step, dragging the quilt down, and he let out a high whine of pain.
Fili’s form moved again, and then familiar blue eyes blinked open blearily. “Kee?” Fili mumbled.
“Fili – Fili I’m so sorry I didn’t mean – I didn’t want—”
Fili’s eyes opened fully at that, and he blinked dazedly at Kili a moment before heaving himself upright. Standing, Kili could see the hard brace that strapped Fili’s leg stiff, and the numerous bruises and contusions on his face and chest. Kili’s heart clenched.
“Shh, Kee, shh,” Fili murmured, and he dragged his bad leg over, half-falling over and wincing until he collapsed on the floor next to Kili. Pulling the thick quilt down completely, he wrapped it around the two of them. “You got help. It’s fine.”
“It’s my fault,” Kili whispered.
“No, brother, it is not your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault. And I was happy to see you, there on the mountain, though I do not know why you hid from me.” Fili’s voice trailed off, and Kili knew he was tired, knew that he was bothering Fili again, but he still buried his beardless face in Fili’s stomach and hiccupped instead of sobbed.
Fili’s hand patted over Kili’s head, rubbed down Kili’s back soothingly. “Shh, Kili,” Fili murmured, and his voice may be slurring, but the conviction, the strength, with which he said his next words stayed with Kili forever more. “I will always want you by my side on any adventure I may take.”
Years and decades later, Kili will grasp the wound in his chest, and crawl to Fili’s side.
“Any adventure, brother,” he gasped out. “Any adventure. You said.”
Format: Poetry
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 82
Line Count:16
Pairing: none
Rating: G
Summary: The tides are unchanging, a constant, the ebb and flow marking the passage of time and distance.
The tides roll endlessly
A rise of noise and a fall of water
A steady pulse
The heartbeat of the ocean.
He is the tides by which my boat moves
Rocks in the water of his moods
And reads the future in the wind
That cuts across the concealing sea.
He is my brother,
My anchor,
My heart.
My guiding star and
My only distraction.
By him I set sail,
Through him I am guided
And with him I will sail forever.
